By The Window Poem by Mansoor Hamza

From the window,
you shall see outside, for me
but with no wait in your eyes;
of which I had been fan.

By the window,
I shall stand and see you sit,
but with no wait in my eyes;
but only the tears of lost love.

In the corridor,
I shall move, now fast,
then I turned slow and slow;
just to feel your presence,
and make you feel happy as I go;

All, of worse;
Shall too pass, in a minute
of which, every second, I
breathed you and you alone.